Oxerune Primer

On the continent of Malquos, fledgling cities perch on hills, river banks, and bays. Bright banners flapping proudly in the wind, a testament to man's persistent survival. A mountain range carves through the land, with untold stories and treasures beneath. Tall forests that have weathered the tests of time hide secrets known to but a rare few. The city of Setamral guided by the hand of Miasys Urizana to the south. The Citadel guarded by the stalwart Guardians to the north. Every place full of people, every road daunted by monsters. Something whispers to the monsters on the land, stirring them to action. Easy coin is made escorting caravans between towns, but coin is only valuable if you're alive to spend it.   In the Dragonscale Islands, the city of Flamering stands tall under the watchful eye of Yldres Worziros. Scholars flock here to share and build knowledge. Shipyards build vessels that can brave any storm and sail on the most treacherous seas. The Ships of the Isles set sail to and from here delivering supplies across the world. Smaller towns dot the islands, though none coming close to rivaling the splendor of Flamering. The waters surrounding the Islands is quiet though, too quiet. The citizens of the Dragonscale Islands go about their daily lives with a certain tension to their shoulders. Their words a little too clipped, their eyes a little too quick. The fishing boats' catch is growing thinner, and what lurks below seems to be a threat to all their lives.   Within the Wyrm Forest on Calaeqia, an ancient one's sleep begins to grow restless. Felmarunur stirs, beginning to awaken and work in her lair between the sweet pull of dreams. The smoke to the north billows more ardently as if signaling that something is coming. The tribes that live here have been on the shores building boats and gathering supplies where before they were content in their woods.